Articles by Bruce Cowie
There’s been bands I loved, bands I really didn’t, and a lot in between, and it will have been exactly the same for everybody. Let’s hope that the Damnation philosophy never changes.
Do yourself a favour, check this out, close your eyes for a while and let it carry you off to weirdy-beardy space-land for a while.
I come to see Wren, and Wren are magnificent. I get two top class supports in Sapien and Haar. And, to top it all, I get to see the fabulous Death Engine, my new favourite French shouty harcore/noise band.
Languid and slinky and prone to sudden bursts of feral violence.
It’s Independent Venue Week, y’know . . . So, let’s go to Leith Depot for a gig. It’s a venue, it’s independent, and RM Hubbert is playing. . .
Bruce Cowie does Damnation 2017, watches Big Business do the business, discovers that Myrkur are more like peanut butter than Marmite, and wonders why pasties cost more in the evening. . . Oh, and did he mention Wren?
In his his inimitable style, Bruce Cowie reckons the best way to see Damnation 2017 is to and fro between the smaller stages (with the odd pasty break) and make sure you see Wren. . .
It’s a stoner/doom album. Never pretends to be anything else. You might draw comparisons with Sabbath, obviously, St. Vitus and Electric Wizard. Ewen will also offer Reverend Bizarre as a reference, if you ask him. But it’s a DAMNED FINE stoner/doom album. Yes.
Bruce Cowie drove from Edinburgh to Newcastle to see Telepathy with support from Zaum and Kylver. “…pummelling post-metal crunch with gentler post-rock interludes, like a mash-up of Pelican and Explosions in the Sky, but better than both”
To re-cycle an old faithful cliché here, Glories are not trying to re-invent any wheels, but what they have done is take a familiar, well-loved wheel and polish it, refine it, maybe add a nice new tyre, and pump it up to just the right pressure to give you the smoothest, most comfortable ride you could ever want.
Bruce Cowie reports back from another successful Damnation Festival in Leeds. Which includes a few words by Sander van den Driesche as well.
Bruce Cowie saw Half Formed Things present their debut EP at Leith Depot in Edinburgh with support from Kapil Seshsayee and Alex Auldsmith. “Half Formed Things are absolutely one of the best bands in Edinburgh right now.”
It occurs to me that Bobowler is a bit like a cat. Languid, almost lazy. A bit creepy, sometimes. Slinky and elegant with minimum effort. Invite it in, give it the time and space it deserves, let it poke about in the corners and sit on your second favourite chair. Cherish it, and it will reward you. By Bruce Cowie
“Thank you, Maybeshewill, for one of the best gigs ever. Thank you for just having been around for all those years. Thanks, even, for those less-than-awesome gigs, because they were still better than many of your peers could manage. Thank you, and goodbye.” – By Bruce Cowie
“If there’s any justice, we’ll be back sometime soon calling out for the likes of Circus and Wolves as loudly as for any of the old songs. And Craig B will still be one of the best singer/songwriters out there. Anywhere.” By Bruce Cowie.
I genuinely look forward to hearing where they go from here. There’s good stuff to be had here, good but not yet exceptional. – By Bruce Cowie
My Sleeping Karma’s latest album ‘Moksha’ is exactly as it should be, and it’s just grand. – By Bruce Cowie
Bruce Cowie went to see Glasgow based math rockers Dialects at Henry’s Cellar Bar in Edinburgh, with support from Walking Aida and Verse Metrics.
‘Death Leaves a Bright Trail’ is pure class. This is TIDINGS purified and distilled, triple filtered like the finest vodka. – By Bruce Cowie
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Is it the greatest thing ever? Probably not, but right now it sounds like a shoe-in for my Album of the Year list. It’s everything I wanted it to be. I’d rather not have had to wait six years for it, but I can live with that. By Bruce Cowie